Barbara’s parents were Caucasian and came to California from Nebraska around 1937. My Mom’s parents came from Tokyo to the San Francisco Bay Are in the early 1900s and she was born near San Jose, California shortly thereafter. My Dad’s folks came from Hiroshima to the Bay Area in the same time period, and for some unknown reason he was left with an uncle as a baby and came to the U.S. as a 13 year old to be reunited with his family. Both my parents grew up with their families in the farming areas around San Jose eking out a spare existence during the hard times leading up to the 1930s. Continue reading
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I have a thing about misunderstandings – It’s a real thing for me. When confronted with my own, while it’s not an easy thing to admit to, I do try to re-educate myself so I don’t continue to make false forays into the way the world works. It isn’t an easy thing to do, but I try to self-correct.
August 1, 2017: One week ago I signed a contract with Ulysses Press out of Berkeley, CA, to publish a second volume of Dad Jokes. The initial volume, The “Ultimate Book of Dad Jokes,” including some 1,001+ puns, was published in the spring of 2016 with a promotional effort leading up to Father’s Day. I am told the “Ultimate Book” is doing well and my initial contract has been extended for the time being.
hor was the older of the twins, and because of a genetic anomaly had grown clearly six inches taller than his brother, Jihar. They were the “only child” of the wicked witch of the east, and both had been spoiled rotten by their doting mother, who catered to their every exasperating whim. Jihar had finer features, with dark hair and complexion, and piercing eyes that were unsettling to anyone he gazed upon. He loved to play with things of value, like money and other people’s personal assets.
Most of the stories adults remember from their childhood almost always opened with, “Once upon a time…” That beginning loosed the wonderful world of make believe, a realm made of the dreams and hopes of wide-eyed children. The story shared here began that way but in a world fraught with terrible danger: one the story of the coming of age of a young girl in an America torn by war; the other of a boy of Japanese heritage growing up as an American in a nation transformed by a single event.
Central California in late 1941 was quiet and slow-paced, tranquil and dream-like. It was in this haven that Nina and Gordon had met as second graders and grew into fast friends. Their families lived on the same side of town just outside the city limits, hers on her grandfather’s dairy, his on his parent’s peach and almond farm. The world beyond was in turmoil and the drums of world conflict were pounding a beat in Europe that shook our national shores.